I was always using it improperly. Before I was diagnosed with it, whenever I heard the word Megalomania, I pictured a mad scientist building a laser death cannon of retribution in his laboratory because the cashier didn’t tell him ‘Have a good day.’ Now that I have it, it really sucks. Everything that happens to me, no matter how small, I look for the secret significance of it and how it applies to me.

When it was part of my diagnosis I viewed it kind of as a side note. I felt I had bigger things to worry about. It is actually rather horrible lol. It makes life very draining, viewing every minor incident through a giant self centered microscope.